The woman who runs the corner-shop bursts into peals of disbelieving laughter when I walk in swaddled like a Bengali infant on a trip to the Himalayas. “You!” she screams, rolling in torrents of malicious joy, “what are you doing here at this time of... | Read..

Nobody sees a flower — really — it is so small — we haven’t time — and to see takes time like to have a friend takes time...So I said to myself — I’ll paint what I see — what the flower is to me, but I’ll paint it big and they will be surprised into taking time to look at it — I will make even busy New Yorkers take time time to see what I see of flowers. — GEORGIA O’KEEFE